My third Fan Fiction (whoot!)

I swear, in the future, I will own Soul Eater. As I am still underage, I weep.

Soulmates

Maka groaned as she slaved over the paperwork on the table. Soul lazily cast a glance up at the nineteen year old technician.

"Need any help?" he asked yet again. Maka sighed and Soul stood to accompany her.

It had been a week since their apartment building had suspiciously burnt down and they had to bunk at Black Star's and Tsubaki's apartment- the said technician and weapon of the moment out on a specialized mission appointed to them by Shinigami- sama himself. With Maka's slow income from Shibusen and constant refusing to move in with her father, she asked for another week at their apartment, and offered to pay for half of the bills. Tsubaki insisted, in her usual angelic tone, that there was no need- but Black Star jumped at the opportunity and dragged Tsuabki off to Southern America before she could point in another word.

Since then, Maka has been forcing herself with multiple jobs and Soul was dragged into the ridiculous situation of doing the math homework. Presently, he ushered Maka from the desk to bathe and rest herself while he continued. Sluggishly she stood, the wood grating on wood as the chair was forced back, and trudged to the bathroom, limbs limp. Soul watched her back with a feeble smile, then seated himself calmly and rummaged his brain.

When Maka left the bath, she saw the papers filed neatly on the desk and clatters coming from the kitchen. An appetizing aroma floated from the kitchen and Maka felt her mouth moisten. She sighed and poked her head into the kitchen, a grin on her face. Soul stood occupied, sensed transfixed on several items, feminine hands moving skillfully along the counters. His usually solid red eyes became more ruby like and the tired appearance was barely existent, but it was there and showed that he knew exactly what he was doing. Maka could only watch in awe as he moved about the small area barefooted, everything about him in sync. He slowed down suddenly and when he looked up Maka noticed he was finished. The dish in front of him had warm expertly cooked lasagna that captured three of Maka's five senses. There was a small bowl of fresh salad and custom made dressing for it to boot.

Maka stared, but also realized that her partner's eyes were still slightly transparent, staring directly at hers woth more clarity than she had seen. It was suddenly blocked and she blinked at his sudden trademark lopsided grin.

"What? Don't like Italian?" he asked giving a gesture for her to help herself to a taste. She approached him and waited as he cut out a bite sized square for her and held up the fork. Eyes still childish, wide and curious, she leaned forward and allowed the cheesy pleasure to slip onto her starving tongue. Soul grinned when her pale green eyes became lazy and her mouth curled into a cat like smile. Her cheeks were flushed with a light rosy colour.

"You like it?" he asked, thinking he already knew the answer.

"You're cooking tomorrow too," she purred, finally closing her eyes. Soul chuckled. Maka noticed his hand was still holding the fork in mid air, wavering when he laughed. She clasped his large hand in hers, fingers lacing together delicately as a gesture for him not to move. Soul only blinked, his countenance asking for an explanation and also expectant.

His palm was large and his knuckles battered and rough, having faced many fights and told a proud history. His underside though, was soft and of warm, pink flesh that flushed when she applied the faintest of pressure. His long, feminine, artistic fingers were a mixture of the two- rough and experienced but soft and caring. Maka could see his personality etched into his hands. She suddenly noticed a blemish- raw skin on his inner fingers and tempting to bleed. Soul flinched and gave a short, toneless and startled gasp when Maka's full lips pressed against his fingers. He found himself even more surprised when he failed to pull them back and ask for an explanation immediately. When his voice returned, it was trapped in his throat again from being caught in her innocent and angelic gaze.

"Soul, I've been thinking," she began softly, aware of her companion's shocked silence, "The income that we've been getting isn't enough, and I came up with an idea that involves you playing a part."

The fork in their hands wavered and Soul gulped maintaining composure as he asked: "And that would be?"

The fork wavered again when she smiled.

"How do you feel about giving piano lessons at Shibusen?"